Master Markoss of the Frozen Gate is seeking pupils to learn wisdom and unarmed combat from a master of the craft. Lessons to be held at the private spa in the Tenements on a weekly basis. Lessons of wisdom, courage, and strength shall be imbued by a master of the art who seeks open willing minds that are capable of hard work and seek enlightenment. For more information send letter to Markoss via Orien Lightning Post, or inquire in person.

May the gods brighten your path and give you strength.

Markoss looked nervously at the simple sign that Cog had so politely allowed him to post in his tavern. It was true, he was a master with no pupils, and if he wished to extend his stay here in Stormreach longer, he would need students. And Redalia was right, he had not been very active with recruiting. So it was time to put out an open call, and hope some of the few inquiries would be up to the task of learning the ways to become a monk of the Frozen Gate.

((Markoss is seeking pupils interested in learning the craft of a monk, open to any who wish to learn from a master monk, and have a real RP reason to multi-class into monk, or anybody wishing to make a young monk to RP will do in game and in forum classes, be really cool if could get a class of 5 to do some RP quests together))

The slender woman pushed her light brown hair back out of her eyes and read the sign again.

"Wisdom, courage and strength..." she mused thoughtfully. "What is this 'Frozen Gate'? And what gods does this person follow?"

She had enough skill to protect herself, as all her people must, and preferred to avoid physical confrontations if possible. But she had the feeling that living in this city might demand more from her, if the tall halfling she had met recently was any indication. One who wore a healing Mark, and yet carried himself as one who moves through the shadows. She would have to be cautious as she went about her daily tasks, if she could not trust others to be as they appeared.

A small smile turned up her lips at the thought, and she shook her head and turned away. Taking a seat at a nearby table, her back to the wall, Khesh expanded her senses and sat back to see who else might take note of the poster. Perhaps there was more wisdom and light in this place than she expected to find.

-- Valianna d'Eberron (Elf ranger, Thelanis; Fellowship of the Golden Night)Valianna's Journal (last updated 2/9/09)"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love." - Stendhal

A halfling, small by even their standards, walks over to the sign. His outfit is ragged, and carries no other possession with him. His hair and skin are dark and his eyes appear almost red. He reads the sign over carefully. With poor reading skills, this takes him some time, and some of the complicated words are lost on him. He thinks he has the idea though, and gets excited about the prospect of being trained.

Trained by a Master! He thinks. How great would that be?

Then his mood turns sullen. What kind of Master would want to train him? A runt of a halfling with nothing but the clothes on his back. He had come to this city with questions about the mark on his face. A dragonmark, he had been told. A mark belonging to those of the Jorasco bloodline. He had been told that he could find answers in Stormreach, and so he came.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to try now, would it?

He reaches into his pockets, but finds nothing.

No money to send a post. Not that I can write well enough.

Plessy leans up against the wall close to the sign, and sinks to the ground.

Not much else to do, I guess. Not much else to do.

((I created Intayazz, in hopes of joining the guild. I have also played a halfling monk before, and was looking for a reason to create a halfling named Plessy who has followed me through many games.))

The red haired dwarf sees the halfling sink below the sign. <"A wanted poster? Nah they usually run away from those..."> He thinks. He walks over to the post and the halfling and being careful that his loose fitting clothing and sandals do not scuff the man.

He looks down at the youngling then up at the sign. "Why do they always post these things so high? Not everyone is a blasted tree." He quickly reads the post. "Hmmm... another monk school." Looking down again he reaches out with a hand as huge as the halfling's head. "I am Sumdum... Sumdum Goy. Do you know this..." he looks back up at the sign. "...Markoss?"

((I cheated and edited my first post to place Khesh in the tavern... ))

Khesh watches the little halfling, her eyes filled with compassion as she notes his scruffy appearance. The look on his face as he sinks to the floor is enough to move her to action, but before she can leave her seat another person approaches. She leans forward and watches to see how the dwarf will treat the other, before she offers assistance herself.

-- Valianna d'Eberron (Elf ranger, Thelanis; Fellowship of the Golden Night)Valianna's Journal (last updated 2/9/09)"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love." - Stendhal

"Is I in trouble?" he stammers. "Did I do some... something... wrong?"

As he is saying this, the small halfling's appearance, goes beyond the look of nervousness. His face turns pale, and his is visibly sweating. Fear is clearly reflected in his eyes, as a criminal before the hangman, as he waits for the dwarf's answer.

((Figured I'd explain, and say that the difference between Plessy's thoughts and words is intended. In his mind he understands himself clearly. He does have problems with speech, which is amplified in this instance, due to fear))

The dwarf looks sternly at the young halfling as he rises unassisted, his hand ungrasped. The eyes burn with internal fire and determination. Seconds pass as he towers over the halfling, solid as the mountains that were his home no more.

Then he laughs, hugely roaring through the tavern lion-loud and shaking the rafters. He steps back and bows into a kneeling bow before the halfling, making sure his head touches the floor.

Half rising but eyes still at a lower level the dwarf smiles and says, "I think we both are. Me for my ignorance and you for being here at the most opportune time. For you see, I just happened to be in the market for a new master and training companion. Have you eaten?" He looks at the emaciated man.

Markoss quietly observed the proceedings from the loft, sipping his glass of juice. He was almost ready to abandon his juice and introduce himself to the small halfling when the dwarf appeared, and he smiled quietly to himself as he watched the dwarf offer a meal to the halfling. Perhaps he just might find the right kind of students he was looking for in this city after all.

Markoss took another sip from his drink and decided to stay in the loft and observe a bit longer from the loft.

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